Sam squinted at Matt. "Yes, food would be lovely. The only problem is that I believe we are roughly 20 stories up, if not more, and we have no idea where the food would be." His eyes trailed over Matt's figure for a moment. For a drunkard, he certainly had some…redeeming characteristics
(redeeming qualities lol)
"It's fine if ya don't wanna move yer pretty ass, I can go check fer us." He paused a moment. "I can prolly carry ya."
"Like hell you would. I can walk just fine, thank you." Sam scowled at him, rising to his full height and making his way to the door
"Sure ya can tallass" Matt stuck his tongue out at him before standing up to follow Sam to the door.
"At least I didn't have to cling to the curtain like a frightened cat to keep myself from falling on my ass," Sam scoffed, walking into the hallway. They were suddenly assaulted with bright blues and purples through the hallway windows, and Sam covered his eyes. "Why did I click that ad," he muttered, headache coming back with a vengeance
"Easy there big boy." Matt squinted through the light as he made his way into the flavorful hallway.
Sam gave him a look, shielding his eyes as he picked a direction to walk in. "Do you ever shut up?"
"Only if ya make me" Matt said, without any conviction though as he followed Sam down the hallway.
Sam turned a corner, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Are you like this to everyone, or just when you're hungover?"
"Just to you my darlin' titan" Matt attempted finger guns but was too tired to put his heart into. His eyes widened as he heard his stomach grumble in protest.
(I'M WHEEZING FROM MATT'S FLIRTING XD)
Sam turned to look at Matt, the bags under his eyes accentuating just how done he was with Matt at the moment. "This is your cue to stop talking until I have coffee," he said, pointing at him
Matt chuckled slightly but nodded in agreement. He lifted his arm and signed, 'O.K.' at Sam like a little smartass.
Sam flipped him off before turning another corner. There was an oddly fancy elevator at the end of the hall, and Sam sighed in relief. "Thank the gods." He walked over to it, opening it and stepping inside
(And then he ditches Matt- ok no)
//I made a new rp
u guys should join
it’s about magic and timetravelling
(( I RAN ONE AND A HALF MILES WITHOUT STOPPING. I JUST GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL AND H O L Y C H EE S E I A M T I R E D)
(DUDE I CAN'T RUN FOR MORE THAN A FEW MINUTES WITHOUT STOPPING WHAT ARE YOU DOING)
"Whatever," he mumbled, continuing forward.
(Well, we have a thing at my school called the “Mini-Marathon. We have to run around the school grounds..which, technically speaking is equivalent to 1.5 miles in diameter.
A N D M Y L E G S D I E D)
(damn you have a huge school)
//oh jeez that sounds painful
//oh hey. You’re alive.
YES, AND THE HIGHSCHOOL IS THREE TIMES AS LARGE AS MY MIDDLE SCHOOL (I’M IN THE EIGHTH GRADE, BOIS)
(lol I feel so old now. I'm a sophomore)